The Heartwood But now it's like the night is taking sides

There was a frown. Disappointment. Sadness? "Oh, Meerk, it's Okay," He murmured, thinking perhaps she was upset because he'd killed such a beautiful creature. Maybe he shouldn't have said that they were rare- but before he could explain that he was sure there were many more like it out in the woods, she brought up something else. She brought up the Copse, something he hadn't expected her to ever talk about with such regret and longing. 

He felt disappointed himself, knowing that he couldn't just tell Meerkat that he felt the same way, to make her feel better, because he didn't. The relocation to Moonspear had brought him so much freedom and relief that he'd finally felt an aching weight lift from his shoulders. His little sister, it seemed, longed for their homeland and, likely, for her parents. "Awww," He sighed softly, and reached out to first, gently move the fox carcass aside- and then to wrap it around Meerkat and pull him closer, snuggling up to her and resting his head atop hers. "It's OK to be homesick, Meerk," He said, his jaw rubbing across the top of her head as he spoke. "It's just like...Missing other wolves, when we don't see them so much anymore...But...Home'll always be there, y'know?" He said. True, they had relocated during the flooding- but they had returned, afterwards. He pulled away so he might study her features a bit. "D'you think it's home you miss, or our family?" He asked. "Does it hurt more when you think about someone in particular?" He followed up, in case she didn't have a clear answer to the first.